September 29th, 2007 (04:25 pm)
current mood: accomplished
About a year ago, I began to be motivated to start running. Taking some inspiration from
martinivixen, and considering my own best means for motivation, I thought about the idea of including a goal of eventually running races. (You see, I have a hard time doing something, like exercise, on a regular basis, just for the sake of doing it, no matter all the good reasons for doing so. I really need to have a specific goal in mind to keep me going.)
I decided to start a Couch-to-5K program. Right as I was beginning, I started to see advertisements for The Great Race. I thought, "I'm going to run that next year. That'll be a good goal." I assumed I'd be running the 5K version. In the mean time, I completed the 5K program by December, stuck with running through the winter (with motivational help from
dellamorta, who has been my partner in all of this, through the good times and the bad), ran in my first 5K in march, and participated in the Race for the Cure in May. In the process, I thought of a vague goal of maybe someday running a marathon. This idea has since developed into a more concrete goal: maybe I can build all the way to a half-marathon this year, and if I can do that, next year I could train for a marathon. This seems, all considering, like much less of the crazy idea it would have seemed to me a year ago. Right now, I am registered to run in the Half-Marathon segment of the Philadelphia Marathon in mid-November. I've got a plan I'm following, and this really seems like an attainable goal. I then have concrete intentions to run in next year's Chicago Marathon.
I honestly had no idea one could make so much athletic progress in only one year. I have never been much of an athlete. I wasn't really involved in any athletics in school, nor did I have any particularly active hobbies. I've never been what could be called "fit" or "in shape". One year ago, I was truly the example of "Couch" in "Couch to 5K". I remember distinctly that running half way around our 1K track was a serious challenge. I would never have comprehended, had anyone tried to tell me, that in a year I'd be running in this race as a 10K and looking forward to a half-marathon in only a few months. I am becoming an athlete. It's rather surprising, and honestly really neat.
The races have served their purpose. More than once the idea of being on a plan for race-running kept me sticking to my regular runs, when I know I wouldn't have otherwise. However, along the way, I also discovered that I really enjoy the races. They are simply a lot of fun, and participating in them feels quite rewarding.
So, getting to the point of this post, tomorrow morning, at precisely 9:30am, I will be running in my Great Race, as intended. Due to the motivation and inspiration it gave me for this past year, this is a particularly meaningful race for me, and also as I expect it to be a start of more particularly meaningful races. It is a conclusion of an important first goal and the beginning of becoming more of an athlete. I find this athleticism as a way of becoming in touch with my physical body in a way that I hadn't experienced before. (I tend to be much more of a mind-focused person.) This is very exciting for me.